Aztec Eternals

The January wind comes from the north, with the sorrow of frost. She sobbed and flew low, with the unique refreshingness of the plateau, on the lake of Patzcuaro, gently raising the wind's dirge.

Amid the weeping wind, the Mexica scout Nekali bowed his waist, hid among the reeds by the lake, and carefully looked at the enemy's capital by the lake. As a warrior directly under the royal family, he has excellent eyesight, is good at team battles, and moves like a leopard. He is almost the perfect candidate for scouting based on rough and simple numerical measurements! If there is any only flaw, it is that his water skills are very average.

Thinking of this, Nekali spat bitterly towards the lake. In the last water battle in Yurilia Lake, he was first forced into the water by several militiamen, and then he was kicked severely in the waist and abdomen, choking on a lot of water, and almost drowned in the lake with great dishonor. Now, whenever he sees the deep lake, his heart trembles.

"Hey, the damned kingdom of Tarasco is full of lakes! When His Royal Highness Shulot conquers this place, sooner or later all these lakes will be circled into Chinampas and entrusted to warriors who are good at fighting!"

Nekali was born directly under the royal family, and he has been with His Highness for less than a year. But at this moment, like thousands of royal warriors, his heart is full of admiration and obedience to His Highness.

"Since the battle in May last year, the army has surrounded Huayamo Fortress and approached the enemy's capital. Your Highness is invincible, like the incarnation of a god, and has invented many strange weapons. What a great commander! What's more, His Highness has always reused civilians. The samurai has promoted many upstarts from commoner backgrounds. If I make great achievements, I may also be rewarded by Chinampa, and be named a respectable military nobleman!"

A broad smile appeared on Nekali's face, and bright desire shone in his eyes. After a while, he shook his head vigorously, looking at the capital by the lake with a determined killing intent on his face.

"A few days ago, there were many flamboyant nobles who went out of the city. Unfortunately, there were no manpower. Otherwise, if you catch one back, you can torture the military situation. The north gate and the east gate are closed, and the west gate not far from the lake is also closed. There is dust behind the gate. There are many savages on the top of the city, yelling all the time? It seems that I can understand the general meaning, it seems to be 'corn', 'wine', 'women'?"

Nekari listened for a while, and found that the language of these barbarians was actually very similar to Mexica, and even easier to understand than the language of the Tarascos. He didn't think much about the reason behind it, and he didn't know the history buried in the wind. He just sniffed his nose, and there was a faint smell of food in the air, which made him a little hungry. Well, with an extra meal at noon, it seems that the Tarascos are not short of food.

Then, Nekari frowned and gestured with his hands in front of his eyes.

"One person is tall, two people are tall, five people are tall, and six people are tall. Bah, the people of Tarasco built the city wall so high, they are like old turtles in the river! People are so big at the top of the city, this person, this person Does it look familiar?"

Neka used eagle-like eyes to stare at Wezti at the top of the city, looking at his turban that has not changed for thousands of years, and his memory suddenly became clear. Afterwards, the young scout flew into a rage and spat again.

"It's you, cunning black fish! When I catch you, I'll hold you to death in the water! Well, there are still veterans who have participated in water battles in this city, and it seems that they will be wary of new weapons. "

Nekari frowned again, snapping his fingers to record one item at a time.

"Fleeing nobles, garrisoned barbarians, closed city gates, tall walls, sufficient food, and experienced veterans, this capital city seems not easy to fight!"

Thinking of this, Nekali looked around the great lake again. In the eyes, there are felled trees, patrolling enemy ships, scattered corpses, skinny old and young, and desolate and dead villages. After a long while, he shook his head and snapped two fingers again. .

"Well, the city is full of soldiers, and the outside is full of ghosts!"

After snapping his fingers again, Neka stood up quickly. In the end, he took a hard look at Wezti at the top of the city, then turned and headed north, returning to Huayamo's siege camp.

Traveling alone is always in a hurry. Nekari came out day and night, all the way silently, but killed a few wild dogs with red eyes. These wild dogs have tasted human flesh, and will take the initiative to attack lonely pedestrians, leaving dead bones full of tooth marks on the countryside. Unlike the weak refugees, the elite warriors just chopped them into several pieces with a few precise strikes, adding new fertilizer to this desolate and fertile land.

After only three days of traveling, the mighty Mexica camp appeared before the eyes of the scout Necali. In the camp, the flag of Marshal Black Wolf was flying high, guarded by thousands of warriors. Outside the camp, there is a patrol team spread out ten miles, and Huayamo Fortress is half surrounded.

Nekari rubbed his eyes, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then broke out in low cheers. On the Huayamo fortress, there are already Mexica flags all over the place. The patterns of hummingbirds and sun are fluttering in the wind. The fortress has been captured!

"Praise the Lord God! He grants us victory in war, and we spread the glory of God for Him!"

Nekali lowered his head and prayed devoutly for a moment. Then, he took out the scout's letter, passed through the patrolling warriors, and entered the commander's tent. Inside the big tent, the majestic Highness is holding a novelty quill pen, writing words and symbols like a heavenly book.

Nekali didn't dare to interrupt, and waited for a while. He didn't reply in a deep voice until His Highness finished asking questions.

The breeze blows, taking away the drifting sound. After patiently listening to the military situation, Xiulot asked a few more questions, then smiled and praised.

"Seeing the small things, seeing the whole picture from the small things. Nekali, you are very good! This journey is not easy, and I will go to the logistics camp to get some food and drinks."

Hearing this, Nekali rejoiced in his heart. He knelt down on both knees respectfully, and took advantage of this rare opportunity to praise him loudly from the bottom of his heart.

"Jusco volcano goes straight into the sky, and a condor flies on it! Your Highness, you are the highest condor in the sky, and we follow you on the earth until the end of the world!"

Shulot was startled. He looked at Necali's rough and sincere face, stared at it for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"Very good! Nekali, take a good rest, you still have a chance to make meritorious deeds later!"

Nekari just got up, stepped back and left respectfully. Watching the big tent close again, the young commander smiled and said to himself.

"Yes, the morale is strong, and the military spirit is available!"

Thinking of this, Shulot stood up, came to the window of the curtain, and stared at the fortress in the distance. Up and down the fortress, the traces of smoke and fire are still clear, and the corpses of the defenders have not been cleaned up. The dark red blood solidified on the top of the city, and the damaged wooden ladders were scattered under the city wall, and the cruel battle was faintly visible.

In fact, Huayamo Fortress was captured by the army just yesterday. All five hundred Tarasco warriors died in battle, and most of the five thousand Tekos militiamen surrendered. The fortress is made of stone, built of granite and blue bricks, and its structure is very strong. Its area is not large, only half of the Hekou Fortress, but the height of the city wall is seven or eight meters. If the fortress has sufficient defenders, it is actually difficult to conquer it in a short period of time.

Therefore, after Shulot captured the Hekou Fortress, there was almost no pause, so he gathered his troops to attack southward and surrounded Huayamo Fortress in one fell swoop. He marched in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to reward the army after the victory, because he was worried that Tarasco's army would gather in Huayamo and give him another siege for several months, causing heavy casualties.

Fortunately, the remnants of the northern remnants of Akanbaro did not retreat immediately wisely, and the enemy reinforcements in the Chapala Lake area did not decisively speed up their march. When tens of thousands of Mexica troops rushed to Huayamo Fortress and cut off the northern passage, there were only five hundred warriors in the fortress, and five thousand unruly tribesmen. There is an obvious gap between these warriors and the militia. They lack a strong commander and cannot trust each other.

Subsequently, the Mexica army besieged the city for two weeks and built wooden siege ladders. The Terkos tribal militiamen went out of the city bravely, howling wildly, and launched a risky raid. The start of the raid was successful, and the Otomi militia who made the wooden ladders were defeated in one fell swoop, killing three or four hundred people. However, when the longbow warriors gathered their volleys and the stick warriors approached from the flanks, the Tekos militia could no longer reach them. They retreated in panic, and were shot to death in pieces at the gate of the city, leaving behind nearly a thousand corpses.

The attack was won first and then lost, and the morale in the city dropped sharply. Shulot didn't hesitate, and on the second day, he overwhelmed two thousand crossbowmen and shot at the city head at a distance of 60 steps. Relying on the range advantage of the bow and crossbow, the Mexica Legion gradually suppressed Huayamo City. Then, the remaining 2,000 dog descendants were driven up again. They set up wooden ladders and threw pottery caltrops that exploded at any time, blowing the morale of the defenders and themselves into the valley.

Tekos militiamen come from the western mountains, and they are brave in combat and ignorant in their beliefs. They live in areas with frequent volcanoes and are familiar with the smell of burning sulfur, but they have never experienced such a loud new weapon. In their minds, the new-style weapons are endowed with divinity, whether they come from "the roar of Vulcan", "the messenger of death", or "the demon under the volcano", they are all irresistible existences.

After the explosion, five thousand royal warriors rushed out, climbed the city from all sides at the same time, and killed the stubborn Tarasco warriors. Shortly thereafter, various ministries of Terkos surrendered. When the siege was over, Shulot had 3,000 more young and strong prisoners in his hands, and the casualties were only more than 400 royal warriors and the same number of Chichimek dogs.

The young commander stared at the mottled city again, and the scene of the war kept flashing in his mind.

He saw the fierce fighting of the warriors again, the corpses fell from the towering city, and the blood flowed everywhere; he heard the roar of the explosion of pottery caltrops, the high-pitched cries of both sides, accompanied by the screams before dying. Until the last warrior who defended the army died in battle, all the Tekos fell to the ground and begged for surrender. They shouted the name of Vulcan, gave up the last resistance, and gave their lives to the enemy with divine power.

Thinking of the large number of captives, Shulot felt a little headache. In the Battle of the Estuary Fortress, he had 5,000 more Tarasco militiamen, and now he has 3,000 more Tekos tribesmen. These prisoners have to consume nearly ten thousand catties of food every day, and they have to send warriors to guard them, which is really troublesome!

The young commander's gaze changed, and cold killing intent appeared in his eyes from time to time. After a while, he shook his head and said seriously to himself.

"Sholot, the killing is unknown. The human head is not a leek, and it will never grow back after cutting it off. You can face all the cruel killings in the battle, but you shouldn't get lost in those senseless killings after the battle! "

Shulot's eyes finally gradually calmed down. He stood silently for a moment, then ordered his guards to summon Ezpan, Tarasco's general.

The tent door opened and closed, and fresh wind poured in. As soon as Ezpan entered the big tent, he knelt down respectfully and saluted.

"Your Highness, your loyal wolf dog Ezpan is here. You are my only master, and I will pounce on your enemies at any time!"

Shulot's eyes were deep for a moment. Afterwards, he nodded slightly with no expression on his face, and stared at Ezpan calmly.

Ezpan looked calm, put the four fingers of his left hand together, and saluted with a fist on his chest. He was wearing the bright battle clothes of the Mexica nobles, with a silver sun amulet around his neck, and he couldn't see the image of Tarasco at all.

After a while, the young commander slowly opened his mouth.

"Ezpan, the Alliance will surely conquer the Tarasco Kingdom. You are the first Tarasco to surrender, and you will have more opportunities than others. You know, I never cared about your civilian birth, I only value Your talent, and the effect of your work!"

Hearing these words, Ezpan's heart suddenly surged. He had a vague premonition of something, and fell on the ground even more respectfully.

Shulot paused, looked down at Ezpan again for a moment, and then said calmly.

"Last month, the Northern Route Army captured the Hekou Fortress and captured 5,000 Tarasco militiamen. This month, the Legion occupied a large area of ​​Tarasco territory and brought many villages and towns under its control. Yesterday, we captured Huayamo Fortress , the capital is right in front of you! Ezpan, the Tarascos are destined to become part of the alliance, and they should also play for the alliance!"

Hearing this, Ezpan kowtowed vigorously without hesitation. He suppressed his excitement and hissed in a low voice.

"Your Highness, the Tarascos are willing to be your loyal minions. I am willing to be your protruding canines and be the first to bite your enemy, no matter who he is!"

Xiuluo nodded, and finally showed a gentle smile.

"Okay! Ezpan, remember your oath. I have high expectations for you, don't let me down. I will give you all five thousand Tarasco surrendered soldiers, and dozens of warriors who surrendered before .They have all converted to believe in the great Lord God. Next, Tarasco will send more and more soldiers.

You need to select usable manpower from these descendants and form a Tarasco army loyal to the alliance! You are the captain of this legion! "

Ezpan's heart was racing. He kowtowed again excitedly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was choked when he spoke again.

"Thank you Your Highness for dying for you!"

Xiulot smiled again and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"The equipment of this new legion will temporarily use the captured items obtained from the two fortresses. But the shape of the battle suit needs to be modified, and the belief of the main god must be confirmed!"

"At present, I don't expect the legion you formed to participate in field battles. Your early goal is to organize Tarasco's surrender troops so that they can be used as civilians of the army. When their loyalty reaches a certain level, they will You can serve as the local garrison army. In addition, lead them to search the manors of the nobles in various places and judge the crimes of the nobles. As for the brighter future, Ezpan, it depends on yourself!"

Ezpan bowed his head again. His head was pressed against the cold ground, but his heart was burning hot.

"Follow your orders! Your Highness, you are my only sun!"